Tradition

Since the beginning, my family has had this tradition of buying clothes only on birthdays and on Onam. One reason for sticking with it was my dad’s job and his yearly transfers. Two dresses per person per year meant less luggage for every house shifting. đŸ¤­ Now, most of my friends know my tale of…

Decampment

As strange as it seems as none feels any stranger, My muse with the hands that controlled, Has left me. He’s got too many to keep in check, Too many to rip away and too many to Burden with convoluted feelings. Though this eerie was oft foretold By many and almost everyone I knew, It…

Defunct

To be read as spoken poetry I wonder if he knows that I passed by his home today,That I saw someone or maybe two by his doorstep.I wish I could conclusively say I saw him,But it’s been years and his face is now an apparition.Days ago I did something I’m really not proud of.I pulled…

Consternation

This is unimportant butLately I’ve been so anxious-Of work, life and people.I wonder if someone reads it off my face,If I’m doing a good job hiding itBut who really notices my face? As luck kept shining a tad too muchEverything always came easy-No tolls paid or any well plunged.Being the lost wanderer who tastedJust the…

Auxesis

As a kid, I used to paint remarkably well; though it feels more like an exaggeration by the current standards, rather than a boast, in my kid standards, I certainly was something. I always felt like I inherited my artsy genes from my Mom; she had a bundle of papers with monochromatic sketches, colourful paintings…

To the one who sends letters…

A tap away, a touch away and maybe a swipe awayYet she writes letters to the ones she’s close.To people who view statuses, she’s someone who inditesBut to the ones she meekly writes,See her as a bundle of cheery alphabetsThat they never saw coming. I’ve dismissed calls and I’vePretended to be busy with all the…

Sickness

When in sickness, we see faces – faces from our past selves that were sick; faces that would’ve passed right through turbid turbulence no one could’ve comprehended. All of my faces, those faces, now add up to a single self, a person who no longer yearns for a bright future like it once did. Maybe,…

Men of my life

As I was listening to a professor’s class the other day, a series of memories happened to pass through my mind. Of course, they might not be as dreadful as you pictured it to be or maybe, you’re a strong survivor who has crossed one or various similar dreadful experiences in the past that you…

The Happy Couple Next to Us

The train stopped at Yeshwantpur. An old couple carrying two small bags entered our compartment. They were well educated and civil, spoke very gently to everyone around them. By the looks, they appeared to be visiting their relatives. Though we expected them to ask us, a bunch of loud adults, to shush and my friend…

Effacement

Let’s be oblivion to the obvious and Disregard this parallel that can meet. Our insecurity forbids What I crave. Though I did see it in your eyes some long hour, You now forbear every trace. Words appear to fail me, The right words no longer sound right. Nothing helps this mess, Reconciling my peace seems…

Stranger

Picture yourself talking to a stranger – not a regular stranger who you really don’t know but a person who you know, who in spite of being an acquaintance is still a stranger. Now imagine yourself steering a conversation with them. It’s not simple to even imagine, isn’t it? Had that person been a real…